Bab 74: Deep

The elf spat out a lot of blood, and the holy sword was almost disappearing and fading away, while the golden runes in her pupils vanished. When she thought she was going to die, she used her last resort, and it came at a high cost. The golden Qi in her body was now very weak.

She looked at the wreckage, thinking it was at least worth it for the victory. But suddenly, she saw a figure emerge in the midst of the wreckage, grabbing something. Then, an instinctive hatred that she couldn't comprehend welled up.

"You demon... finally decided to come out of your turtle shell." The elf spat out those resentful words.

The initial impression of the figure was that of a woman with a gentle and delicate appearance, standing slightly above average wherever she was. She wore black clothes adorned with carefully sculpted details, while her long black hair flowed like a cascade.